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Post by moralhazard on May 19, 2019 2:34:34 GMT
Thea’s eyebrows shot up, and she reached out, taking Enchee’s wrinkly old lady hands in hers. “It’s your magic, Enchee,” Thea leaned forward, smiling at the goblin-disguised-as-a-gnome.
“It’s weird when your magic does things you didn’t expect, isn’t it?” Thea made a sympathetic face, wrinkling her nose. “But you’re the one in control, Enchee. You know that. Take a deep breath. Think of yourself – of Enchee. Think about your hair, your face.” Thea’s eyes dropped to the table, and she exhaled, murmuring a few words to cast a spell of her own. An illusion – like a drawing of Enchee’s face on a little poster – appeared on the table. “Look at that, if you need to,” Thea said, firmly.
“You’re in control, not the spell.” Thea squeezed her hands, lightly. “Got it?”
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Post by 3personal5me on May 19, 2019 21:23:31 GMT
The warforged would hold his breath, if he could. Having access to magic at such a young age couldn't be easy. Learning what it is, what it can do, what SHE can do. Hopefully Thea could help her more than Crucible could. He wasn't really the teaching sort.
He watched as Thea tried to coach the poor girl through it. She was good with children, that was certain. "We can leave, if you need to. Maybe find somewhere more private and quiet".
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Post by enchilada on May 20, 2019 21:44:14 GMT
Enchee thought hard. She just wanted it to go away. Please.
Please-
There was a brief flicker of darkness around her silhouette, and with it whisked away as though it were dust on the wind. And then she was Enchee again. Who was to say what being Enchee was, though? Well. She looked like what the commonly accepted vision of Enchee’s flesh husk was, again. Big red hair, green skin, scars and all. That was Enchee.
That was what people said was Enchee.
She looked down at herself, and sighed in relief. She’d forgotten all about why it had happened, Enchee was just glad it was gone. Gone-gone. Forever. Maybe not forever. “I’m in control.”
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Post by 3personal5me on May 20, 2019 21:57:19 GMT
Crucible beemed. "See? Nothing to be afraid of. It will just take some time to get it completely under control". He had no idea if that was true. He didn't have to develop his magical abilities as a child. He hoped Thea could guide her better than he could. "Maybe we should finish up here and go do something?"
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Post by moralhazard on May 21, 2019 14:45:03 GMT
“Good!” Thea smiled down at Enchee. “Very good.” She rose out of her chair a bit, hesitating, then opened her arms a little for a hug, waiting to see if Enchee wanted one.
It was scary, when your magic did things you didn’t want or understand. At least, Thea had always been scared by it - terrified, really, especially when those things had been stormlike. She hoped Enchee’s relationship with her own magic was smoother.
But either way, Thea thought a hug might be nice.
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Post by enchilada on May 21, 2019 19:37:12 GMT
Enchee hopped up, and rushed over for the hug. Tightly. It was soft and warm and — nice.
It was like... when she cut her knee open the first time and it got patched up and her mom hugged her and said everything was okay, because it was. It was like when she had a nightmare, every time, it was like when... whenever she got stressed out or hurt, her mother would... be there. And she was soft and warm before she was cold and hard.
Enchee grinned, to herself, face buried in Thea. It was still sort of sad, so she didn’t understand why she was smiling so much.
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Post by moralhazard on May 21, 2019 20:31:22 GMT
Thea wrapped her arms around Enchee and squeezed the little goblin tightly against her. She rubbed Enchee’s back with one hand, gently stroking it. “You’re all right,” Thea murmured, softly, holding her close. “Just like Crucible said. Nothing to be afraid of. It just takes a little time to get the hang of it, that’s all.” Thea closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of Maude – thinking of the hugs she’d had from the woman who’d raised her as she’d struggled to understand powers that she hated.
Thea wouldn’t rush the hug, or do anything to try and end it before Enchee was ready; they had all the time the little goblin needed.
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